CHAPTER TWO

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She looked up as they dragged him into the sterile looking room. He was as the doctor had said; in a straight jacket. He was quiet though. He wasn't shouting, screaming or laughing. She pushed her glasses up and straightened her lab coat. He was sat opposite her, only a metal lunch table between them. The guards looked unsure and told her that if she needed them, they would be right outside. She smiled, nodded and then they left her alone with him.

In the cell, he had looked fearsome and now he was right in front of her, that was maximised. His green hair was slicked back, his silver teeth gleamed everytime he slightly opened his mouth. His skin was so pale and his eyes a deep blue. He was a tall man but the straight jacket made him look slightly hunched. He was mad, there was no getting away from that but Harleen had faith, she had hope. She could mend him. It would be a difficult task but she was sure that the end result would all be worth it.

"Ok, so let's start off. I am Dr. Harleen Quinzel and I have been at Arkum Asylum for almost three years now."

He looked at her, his face expressionless.

She smiled.

"Now you tell me something about you."

Joker stared at her and then sat back, shifting his seat a little as if to get comfortable.

"My name's Joker and I'm a fucking lunatic."

She flinched at his choice of words and how calmly he'd spoken them.

"Ok, well um...let's talk about something you like to do. Like...hobbies, interests, that sort of thing."

"Let me think a minute...oh yeah, I like robbing, killing, blowing stuff up and general mayhem."

Harleen scratched the back of her head.

"Ok well, why do you like killing people?"

"I find it funny." He said, chuckling as he said it.

"Funny how?"

"Well it just is babe! They roll about on the floor, 'oh god, my hand, you cut it off why?!'. Cause' I fucking wanted to, that's why! I just find that so...funny."

Harleen looked into his eyes. He did. He really did find it funny. He wasn't faking. This wasn't a front like so many of her other patients. He was insane.

"What's your story cupcake?" He asked her suddenly.

Harleen didn't normally talk about her life but she was just relieved to get a chance to talk about something normal.

"Oh well, I studied psychology and took a job here at Arkum and I've never looked back."

"Are you good at what you do?"

She shrugged. "I guess so."

"So why aren't you running this place instead of taking orders from some fat, middle aged loser?"

Harleen frowned. "How do you know he's...you know what, never mind. I know what you're doing."

"Do you? You think I'm playing my own little mind game, do you? I'm just making conversation sweetheart." He said with a small smile.

Harleen shook her head.

"That maybe so but I-"

"You always wear your hair like that?" He questioned, gesturing to the tight bun she had at the back of her head.

"Mainly..."

"You're too pretty to wear it up. Wear it down, bet you'd look like a model or something."

She blushed and put her head down. "Oh I don't think so."

"You can't wear contacts?"

She looked up. "Uh, yes but I choose not to."

"Take off your glasses."

She did, automatically and he leant forward a little.

"You've got beautiful eyes. You can't really see em behind those thick glasses." He said, staring into light blue eyes.

"You really are a hottie, aren't ya?"

She sat back and put her glasses back on.

"That's enough of that." She muttered.

"What? Darlin, I'm just paying you a compliment. Hell, if I wasn't in this straight jacket, I'd have probably taken you right here on this table."

She blushed again and started going over a few notes she'd scribbled before this session had even started.

"You can't talk like that."

"Why? Do you not like it?" He questioned.

"Yes-no- I mean...it's not...you just can't talk to your psychartrist like that."

He shrugged, the buckles of his straight jacket making a noise.

"Well I'm the crazy one. How do I know what's right and wrong?"

"I don't think you're as crazy as you make out." She said with a knowing grin.

"Oh I am...don't ever forget that."

She looked up into dark blue eyes and he grinned, showing silver teeth.

"I won't." She assured him. Her voice was soft and quiet.

"So how long do I have to be in this dump?" He asked as he looked around the sterile room.

"Untill you've...healed." She replied, choosing her words carefully.

"Healed? You mean fixed. I told you...YOU CAN'T FIX ME!"

Harleen stood, knocking her chair back as he lunged across the table at her, or as far as his straight jacket would allow.

She looked to the door in panic.

"Guards!"

They came in at once and looked at Joker who sat there, breathing hard.

"Everything alright Dr. Quinzel?"

She licked her lips.

"Yes but our time is up."

One of the guards frowned in response. "It hasn't even been an hour."

"Yes, I know but I think we're done for the day."

"But he-"

"I said we're done!"

The guards looked at her and then shrugged, hauling Joker out of the chair and dragging him out of the room. He looked back at her as the door closed and smiled.

Harleen let out a steady breath and she slumped down in her chair once she was back in the safety of her office.

She replayed the conversation between herself and the Joker. How he'd told her she was a 'hottie'. The full length mirror caught her eye and she stood, going over to it. She looked at her reflection. The straight laced doctor. The professional. That was what she was. She reached up and took her hair out of the bun that she always had at the back of her head. Blonde hair fell down past her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face. She smiled at the reflection, liking what she saw. Maybe Joker had a point. Then she removed her glasses and even though she had been told she needed glasses; they wasn't for her eyesight, it was mainly for the headaches she got from reading too long or had her noise buried in a book.

She looked up into bright blue eyes that shone back at her. She smiled again and suddenly, Joker was standing behind her, smiling appreciatively.

"See? What did I tell ya?"

She spun around but there was no one there. She frowned and put her glasses back on.

He was already getting to her and they'd only had one session.